For now though, when I look at the real choices before me, I pick up that red bottle and break the pills, like pieces of communion bread – grace I need, grace I cannot afford to do without.
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And then she asks again how I’m doing with the Vitamin L – my daily dose of Lexapro. It has been six years. Six year since I was able to release the words, the pain, the confusion, and the power of fear by saying out loud what I couldn’t imagine saying even to myself.
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We agree, to the best of our ability, that racism is still a problem in the world. We have raised awareness, taken stands, and we have composed Tweets and posts and essays about the evil of it all. There will always be a need for that. As long as racism exists, there will be a need for us to say it’s not okay for conferences and churches and schools and restaurants and neighborhoods and others to overlook or mistreat or prefer or exclude.
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There’s no end to how social media has impacted our lives and the way we mourn is no exception. It’s something we’re all figuring out together but I haven’t seen it discussed very much and that’s why I thought it would be the perfect topic for my first online course, especially since the holidays- those great magnifiers of our grief- are just around the corner.
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“As somebody who is listening, I just want to commend you on your bravery, and say that I’m so happy to know there are people like you who exist in the world.”
Shawn, an online course? Yours? Count me in. Details forthcoming?
Check out the link, PretamDas – it’s for a class Leigh Kramer is offering.
Thanks for linking to the post and spreading the word about my class, Shawn! I appreciate it.